If there was one thing Nicholas would conclude from the night before, it would be that parties were the worst.

There was almost anything he would do to get rid of the raging headache he had managed to pick up, mind dazed with the reminder of alcohol within his system. All he recalls is being at a party, and next not remembering a lick of what occurred.

Nothing good ever came from hard partying, usually ended up with a killer headache and slumped within some random personas bathtub.

Only half of that was true for Nicholas.

It wasn't a bathtub he found himself in, but rather right back into the comfortable sheets of his apartment bed.

Of course, not forgetting your form snuggled up right beside his own.

Nothing serious had occurred. That much was obvious. The two of you were still fully dressed in partying attire, bodies tangled comfortably within one another.

Subconsciously, Nicholas' arms had wrapped further around your form, face pushing into the crook of your neck. It was a soft gesture, one that immediately helped his headache dwindle. If he'd known you were such a great pillow, he would've done this ages ago.

Then he felt your stir, and his once small smile widened.

"Morning," Nicholas whispered into your skin, simply enjoying the reminder of your presence. "How're you feeling?"